Mist

• Georgia Tillman, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2008

One misty morning in the dark,
I heard our dog bark.

It was very loud,
while I looked at the clouds.

I looked at the fog,
it was like a big blob.

I got up and got dressed,
it took 5 minutes-no less.

On the road at the bend,
I got dropped off to visit my friends.

We had lots of fun,
although there was no sun.

And then I had to leave my friends,
and now my poem is at the time to say THE END!!!!